When your continued existence depends on not making an error in coding, you do not make that error. No, I did not want geek interaction. I wanted to T...ALK with PEOPLE about THINGS.Lately, I have tried the so-called social media. I can find only occasional bits of meaningful chatter. Mostly, there seems to be self-centered NON-conversations. "I am doing this." "I think that." "You are a (various expletives are usually inserted here)." And there are a lot of conversations about how "they" are. It was risky, but after I got out of the speeding ticket I went home and masturbated thinking about him violating me. He ordered me out of the car… made me assume the position while he frisked me… lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties to make sure I wasn't concealing anything… fucked me with a metal rod he took off his belt then fucked me with his cock, right there, in broad daylight, bent over the hood of my car. That's not what happened, but that's what I fantasized about while I worked. . but one thingcertainly caught my eye, her name tag had changed to 'Samantha.'As we went down the ladder, one of her co-workers saw us... Ooops,that was her manager. "Samantha, quit taking our customers upstairs, Iappreciate your focus on customer Service, but this is not what theprogram is about. She giggled, and whispered to me, "Trust me, I'llsuck him off tonight, and he won't bitch about it later." I finishedmy shopping and went home.The weekend came and I found myself entirely too. Outlaw Star? Ditto. Ergo Proxy? Nah,not my type. Black Cat? Nah, saw that on Adult Swim. Where's that PleaseTeacher from last time? Shit, someone must of taken it. While we're atit, I want the FIRST season of Orphen!"Finding nothing of my fancy, I went to the shop desk to see if anythinghad come in, (and maybe order that Please Teacher anime.) but found anunfamiliar face. Usually there would be this slim man in his twenties,with red hair, and went by the name of Greg. When I visited his.